are the flowers that grow by yon fountain, t are the cowslips that spangle the grove, s the breeze that blows o'er the mountain, ter by far is the lad that I love. e a gay garland, a fresh blooming garland, es and roses and sweet blooming posies, o the lad my heart,my heart,tells me I love. in the glade where sweet Larza gliding, uring streams ripple through the dark grove, at I felt, all my passions confining, the fond sigh for the lad that I love. weave, &c. L YOU COME TO THE BOWER? come to the bow'r I have shaded for you, hall be roses bespangled with dew; Will you, will you, will you, will you, Come to the bow'r ? er the bow'r on soft roses you lie, sh on your cheek but a smile in your eye, Will you, will you, &c. Smile my belov'd? ses we press shall not rival your lip, ew be so sweet as the kisses we'll sip. Will you, will you, &c. r the joys that are sweeter than dew, thing roses or kisses from you CHERRY-CHEEK PATTY. Down in yon village I live so snug, O, cherry-cheek Patty for me. Though the squire so great, so happy may'nt be No matters of state ever addle my pate, But I'll whistle, I'll whistle,and whoop, gee woo, Jerry. Whom I help'd o'er the style with her milking pail; is true, And I know what I know, but I munna tell you : I'ze able and strong, and willing to work, I whistle, I whistle, and whoop, gee woo, Jerry. I know what I know, but munna tell you: But I'll whistle, &c. MORGIANA. AH! what is the bosom's commotion, While the heart in our passion's wild ocean For thee have I languish'd, and griev'd ! The storm of despair is blown over, With the sunshine of joy in my breast. To the wish of my heart now arrived And ev'ry fond hope is reviv'd. THE shadows of eve 'gan to steal o'er the plain, Love sanction'd the moment, she smil'd on my pain, I saw her warm cheek like heav'n's canopy glow, She loves me, oh ! Heav'n, let me never forego, This bosom though fervid with youth and with health, Bid me fly from the charms of ambition and wealth, But Eliza, dear maid! till in earth I'm laid low, While she loves me, by Heav'n, I will never forego THE BEAUTIFUL MAID. WHEN absent from her whom my soul holds most dear What a n.edley of passions invade ! In this bosom what anguish, what hope and what fear, In vain I seek pleasure to lighten my grief, www. I'D BE A BUTTERFLY. I'd be a butterfly, born in a bower, And kissing all buds that are pretty and sweet. Kissing all buds that are pretty and sweet, I'd be a butterfly, I'd be a butterfly, Kissing all buds that are pretty and sweet. Oh, could I pilfer the wand of a fairy, I'd have a pair of those beautiful wings; Their summer day's ramble is sportive and airy, Rock'd in a rose when the nightingale sings, I'd be a butterfly, I'd be a butterfly, Rock'd in a rose when the nightingale sings. What, tho' you tell me each gay little rover Shrinks from the breath of the first autumn day; Surely t'is better when summer is over, To die when all fair things are fading away; Some in life's winter may toil to discover Dying when fair things are fading away. Dying when fair things are fading away. I'LL LOVE THEE EVER DEARLY. No tender vows and pray'rs are mine, Then lady, though I scorn the wiles Ne'er spurn the heart that woos in smiles, And though no tender vows are mine, I CANNOT STAY A MINUTE. Now where so fast? a young man said When she, with blushes, turn'd her head, Yet still the pretty Emma cried, |